New Light
/Power sets the culture. Power sets the tune.
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Each night is raging with fire and flame
I promise I give you back the food
stolen from our plate.
Tortured and tormented, violence in continuum
unresolved, uncorrected.
I am not afraid to be angry.
The eyes I am born with looking up
dark night devours all,
I give you the leash, the voice.
Each wound I polish on the secret stone
shines in false light: there is nostalgia too.
I protest day and night,
There is an uproar you can lean against.
the city is indifferent the way it was centuries ago.
I am not afraid to be black
The stone walls scribble: alleys are filled
with future alphabets.
All those songs never stop for a moment.
A certain beauty is waiting on the street
with something that cares, that cultivates.
we lay ourselves under the new light.
By Gopal Lahiri
From: India
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